Late Night Shifts and Lingering Desires

I'm a barista, you know the type of job where every smile is forced and every cup is just another drink to fill. Lately, I've been working these late night shifts, and it's not just about making coffee anymore. Every customer has turned into a potential lover in my mind as the hours drag on. Last week, there was this one regular, Alex. He always came around midnight with his laptop, typing away while nursing black tea for hours. I started to notice him more, watching from behind my counter as he’d fidget and sigh heavily at times. One night, after closing up shop, we got talking. I confessed about the way I'd been looking at him lately, how he caught me in moments when everything felt empty inside. He listened quietly then looked back at me with an intensity that made my heart race. Without another word, he leaned in and kissed me hard against the wall of our tiny staff room. It was rough and urgent, his hands pulling me close to him as if he needed something I could give. The rest of the night we spent exploring each other’s bodies, every touch sending electric pulses through my system. We were both desperate for more than just a shift job or a brief encounter, but in that moment it felt like so much more.